VanishingSongs for Psychotic Children

Goths. I hate em. Not because of their linear fashion sense, nor for their bogus imprecations, but because the noir, gloom-weaving trolls have tried to annex so many quality nondenominational bands. Believe it or not, Joy Division and the Cure didnt carry around steel-plated lunch boxes or whisper ball-shrinking incantations, and for Gods sake, neither does Adult. But San Francisco three-piece the Vanishing have taken Adults brooding electro broth, sucked all of the fun parts out  the synth-drum dynamic, the mind-flattening bass and overall danceability  and distilled it into a vacuous, Kuperus-biting miasma. Perhaps front-woman Jesse Eva confronts the bands shortcomings on "White Walls singing, "To exist in this sterile space without a personality/youre living in a clean and violent cell. Or perhaps shes talking out of her ass. Please Goths, you have Marilyn Manson and Harry Potter, cant you just be happy with that?
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